 Juvenile Hell » Lyrics [+ Shtoj +] |
1. _ Hit It From The Back
Uhh, yeah
How we hit it?
Check it out
Shorty don't front, you better act like you're widdit
Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it
Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around
If you still got walls i'ma tear the shits down
Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick
Prepare to stay long, cause i don't cum quick
Little or big, i tear that ass out the frame
Talkin like you're ill, but the shit is all game
You're weak on top, you can't ride like a stallion
Hit it from the back, then i'm audi 5000
But if you're ill we can chill smoke the fat phil'
A little somethin just to make shit real
Off with the light, fuck a invite, just make sure
You don't got the period, cause i don't want red lights
Aight? you know my motherfuckins steelo
Rippin from the back, bitch you know how we go
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Uhh, knowmsayin?
Check it out, word is bond
Knowmsayin, gonna flip it like dis
Rink-a-dink, rink-a-dink dinky dink
I used to hit raw daddy, but now i carry packs of three
Bulletproof i refuse to let the monster get me
I'm in, hit it from the back like that
Shorty black never tap no skins that look wack
I got mad game like twister, nasty little mister
Quick to talk dirty to a sister
I met the shorty at the skate key
What's her name? nevermind, cause she might try to sue me
Juiced her up, took her to the projects
So uh, if she was with it maybe we could have sex
You know what happens next, drop to your knees
Bitch caught a bone ? spin i win
As she starts to proceed, she said she wanted me
To drop a seed, i told her parlay and just be
Cause cunt little stunt with my butter dick shorty
You talk too much, so lay back and enjoy the blunt
I put it in her, she starts to wild
She said slow down, i said this is shorty wop style
A versatile, rough sex, fuck love makin
Flip the script shorty, and flip yourself over
On your hands and knees cochise
From the back i don't shoot blanks and i'm out black
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Worrrrrrrrrd, yeah
Uhh, whoo! knahmsayin?
From the back
I like dat (i like dat)
Shorty don't front, you better act like you widdit
Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it
Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around
If you still got walls i'ma tear the shits down
Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick
Prepare to stay long, cause i don't cum quick
Little or big, i tear that ass out the frame
Talkin like you're ill, but the shit is all game
You're weak on top, you can't ride like the stallion
Hit it from the back, then i'm audi 5000
But if you're ill we can chill smoke a fat phil'
A little somethin just to make shit real
Off with the light, fuck a invite, just make sure
You don't got the period, cause i don't want red lights
Aight? you know my motherfuckins steelo
Rippin from the back, bitch you know how we go
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Hit it from the back (3x) like dat!
Shorty don't front you better act like you widdit (2x)
Strictly back shots you better act like you widdit..
Yeah, knahmsayin? just buggin out
Stupid bitch
From the back, word up
Uh-huh, check it out
What we gon' do is flip it like this
Check it, bust how i do
Yea yea uh-huh
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2. _ Skit #3
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3. _ Skit #2
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4. _ Me And My Crew
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Hey yo i'm takin it uptown, and niggaz know my name
Little shorty insane, so feel the pain
And the wrath of the five foot murder
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like i hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is live and real with a street deal
Automatic causin havoc when i hit
I flip and rip shop i'm on some homicidal shit
Little nigga loco, catchin bodies on a solo
Props for killin cops i'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, i'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid i'm wilder than the penile
Back up off me, give me room to breathe
And you takin up my spot? nigga please
I'm as bad as they come, there ain't nuttin good
Used to be a gentleman but you can call me hood
Matter fact, fuck that kid, you know my name
Peace i'm audi, me and my motherfuckin crw
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two, microphone check, who's next?
The five foot three, time to catch wreck
Set the situation motivate your mind
I'ma, step ahead and not a step behind
Bass now come again, checkin for the little lyrical
?? and chat be milky like cereal
Poof i make you move when i move i bet i make you
Buck i make you bugged as i kick the mega flavor
So i'm the kid just slippin the slang
What's my name, what's my motherfuckin name?
Fight, i make a fight motherfuckin buckwild
Shootin niggaz up like it's goin out of style
So rusty ?? sharpen up your blades
Load up the clip, take a sip, what's the flav
I roll the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, i get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall i say more?
A real lil nigga with real motherfuckin skills
Far from weak, so get off the fuckin deals
Do the do cause i'ma do mines too
Just chillin with my crew, peep the flavor
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
[prodigy]
Check it
My man hav' got my back with the tec 20
To shoot em up if the niggaz get funny
My shit is real, i had to pioneer in this
Around the way, all the fake niggaz fear this
Paragraphs bust your membrane
On and on i bust through like teflon
The little p, is not to be stepped upon
And if you think so kid then you're dead wrong
Little, far from big, yo a type small kid
P, i represent the brothers from queensbridge
To make a long rhyme short i smoke weed
Sip a forty, yo fuck the court
So bad they tried to lock me in a group home
Prodigy's hard but fuck it i can rip a ??
I catch wreck with the einstein's intellect
And get stupid like a stimulated dummies mix
Feel the wrath, feel the aftermath
Even if you tooken notes, kid you couldn't pass the class
I keep a loosey in the chamber, cause beef got me shook down
Paranoid, ain't got no time to fuck around
So bypass the clock when it's time to go at it
So we can pop em off if the chumps want static
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Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
[havoc]
Check it
When i rap i kill mics like a nuke blast
Little hav's the man, the man gettin van damme
Buckwild, rockin with much style
Check it as i wreck it, strip ya buttnaked
Pause and stand still while i just split a phil'
And double up on ki's and make somethin like a half-mil
Shorty's in it to get paid
No doubt, i got clout with the females
Put it in detail and write it
And if you ain't givin pussy, then bitch you ain't invited
I'm on some other shit that you couldn't fuck with
Destructive, and couldn't give a fuck kid
Little niggaz don't die if they said so they lied
Immediate death to those who tried
The dark-skinned brother, unlike the others
When niggaz see my crew, they know to burn rubber
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5. _ Skit #1
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6. _ Stomp Em Out
The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat
Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face
Little shorty flip the script, huh
On any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker
I dwell, in juvenile hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick
Fuck em up, bust em down, queensbridge style
Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga was my idle (yea)
So what you wanna do nigga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass b and it's like that
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4x)
Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the phillie
I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now, coward ass nigga - you ain't tough
Fakin jax, i'ma call your motherfuckin bluff
Niggaz that violate get me vexed
Son got the mac, noyd got the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three g's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
(??) yeah kid, you know i got dat
Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me
Niggaz blazin at my ride, but i don't give a fuck
Cause i retaliate, with the bullshit two-five
It's only right, that i represent
Sip on the e&j, straight fuck around and get mega bent
Me and my crew, wild for days
Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave
Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name
Straight from the bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid
[ragga chatta - can't make it out]
[big noyd]
Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it's part of the game
If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script
And get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit
But shit get real, with a mac and two clips
Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up
Thought you heard a scream, and next i heard a buck
Bow, i knelt down, one knee on the ground
I pull out the glock and twin pull out the four pound
Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block
If you wanna carry g's you got to carry a glock
And go all out, get down for your crown, don't fuck around
Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down
And turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
While your man got the tec to his fuckin neck
You know my style kid, you know i'm wild kid
Don't try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid
Representin from the 'bridge, you know how it is
My name is big noyd, stomp em out kid
[mobb deep chorus while big noyd speaks]
Knowhati'msayin? big noyd in the motherfuckin house
Representin from the queensbridge housin
My man big twin, knahmsayin, vic nice
?? like that
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it flowin check it out
Shout out to my motherfuckin goodfella
We got my man ?, rapper g
??, knahmsayin? stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out
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7. _ Project Hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways..
Project hallways, the project hallways..
Step in to my highrise hell
You gots to be on the up and up
Watch your back, pump your crack
But don't forget to re-up
A burner's your god and you pray to it all day
Then at night, you catch a body
But it's just the shit you got to do
Cause if you wasn't watchin, they'd catch your ass too
You gotta go all out if you want props
Or you can just kill a man, and it's the same for cops
Now you want a little fame from the drug game
Whether you shoot em up, or pump cracks, it's all the same
But fuck it you're in it to win it
Fat uptown, cookies in the rocks, your spot's hot
Now you're livin the life of a project sad song
Makin your loot from all the right wrongs
But that's the way it goes when you choose your path
And you might just, feel the pain of a tec 22 blast
All out war, with niggaz from the next block
You're pullin out the glock, to shut em down
Now you're mr. big shot in your tribe
Niggaz know your name from mt. vernon, to southside
Comin from the streets of fright
Where the only thing you'll know is how to roll it up right
And load it up, tight, you're startin a block war
Nigga pull the trigga if you want a little more
Frank nitty style, buckwild
Thirty-eight slugs from uptown thugs
No question, you're true to the game
Since the age of a little brand nubian
From skelly tops to props ? and all that
Now you're puttin your block on the map
A role model to the petty drug dealers
Banana clip style, my neighborhood's buckwild
You can't forget who you came from
See you later maybe sooner in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies
A little hellbound nigga, shoot em up, light em up
Pull the trigger, pass the 40 in the project hallways
Runnin through the doorways, back in the days
Just a little snot nosed bastard
Always causin havoc, with a blade
But now it's a burner, used, for murder
Step a little closer and your ass is grass
You better move fast 'fore i kick that ass
Cause i'm sharp like glass, but i won't break
Walk into the project hallways is your big mistake
You little bitch ass nigga, you shoulda known better
You'll get done, did, a kid from the 'bridge
Who gets buck, and couldn't give a fuck about your daze
I'm talkin bout the project hallways
Catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, chillin in the project hallways
To survive around my way
You gotta play a knuckle game every day
Lost in the shuffle of hardrocks
And knocks on the streets of the uptown blocks
Load the glocks, who got the mox'
A little gun bangin bad-ass project thug
You're in the wrong part of town kid
Mr. buddha on the 13th floor, gimme some more
Sess bag it up real quick kid
Tap the ? shit, the brew, pass the phil'
What's my name? niggaz call me little shorty gets ill
And bag em up on the street corner
And bust em open in the project hallways
Check it out, yo
Around the way kid the sun don't shine
Phillie blunts kid i got what you want and it's time
My dialogue with the project cause motivate
Move, what? i never lose
Freestyle project hallway style
But the shit ain't real unless you got that buddha filled
Chalm, keep me goin on when i perform
Charge the brain, lick em up, that's the name of the game
So it's the move when i move little smooth
On the motherfuckin mission and i just improve
Upstairs, niggaz dyin on the 6th floor
Cause in the projects, shit is mad rough
So take a puff and relax your mind
J.v. crimes, most of the time
You might catch my crew, with a sixty-four brew
Watch your back, cause we're comin through
With a fat sack of 1-2-1 son
And the shit ain't fun, unless i get some
Of the action, little shorty execute
I'm killin niggaz in the hallways
Til there ain't no more left to shoot
So if you can't take the heat, stay out of the ways
Before you 'come a victim of the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz shoot em up in the project hallways
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8. _ Flavor For The Non Believes
[havoc]
Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes
Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed
And by the way, this is all the way live
And the way that i survive is pumpin nickels and dimes
Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause i wanna
The little don ho drug dealer ? performer
At my height, i'm described as a midget
But it ain't about height - it's about, "can i kick it?"
Some say i'm too little, but yo i'm too ill
I hit skins, light up, and then i smoke a phil'
You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
I'm not good, i'm livin like a hood
And when i kick mc's abandon ship
Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse
Yo, havoc is the man that you have to bring
Cause i'm flippin like pages in a word up magazine
Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante
So explicit even porno flicks ban me
And girls gel me like jheri curl activate
The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin
Brain cells overload when i'm thinkin
This is a rap rape, and i leave a fat taste
Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place
I cook you up, like uptown raw base
And leave you open like if you just saw scarface
Like i said it before, shorty scores, i get raw
For the cause, battle me, take a loss
I steal shows like belbivdevoe's
And put on my latex when i hit up the hoes
You know the flavor kid, give me my props
Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
[prodigy]
Mr. soul, trunk jewels sippin old gold
Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll
Prodigy, verbally tragic and i'm toxic
Check out the way check out the way the way that i drop it
You know my style, step back, cause i'm buckwild
All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile
Baby grand puba, little rick the ruler
And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha
Mc's can't get with mister mister
Money don't fake moves cause i probably hit your sister
I'm on a mission word is bond
Word to god, i goes on.. the little don
Smooth and fantastic as i get drastic
Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic
I murder with the brain of hitler black
And me bein weak, even kodak couldn't picture that
This is flavor for the
This is flavor for the non believes
Flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
[havoc]
Niggaz don't understand first of all
I rip when i rip check it, never stall
Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours
I'm goin all out, check it
You thought i couldn't wish i wanna do what i did
I did it so i done, kill another fuckin kid
Cause i don't give a motherfuck, and you do
That's why your stupid ass got bucked
Outta luck, never took the time to wish
Took a bitch down then i'm out like quick
Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?
That was then, this is now, i'm goin for the gold
Thirty yard touchdown, mr. short
Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport
But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays
Knows mad jig tricks, and that i ain't with
Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go
With another fly groove, cause i'm so smooth
Never like to brag, but i, do it still
Sip on a 40, smoke on the phil'
So next time kid you wanna beef just chill
Before i break your ass up to bits
How many licks would it take
Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
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9. _ Peer Pressure
Chorus: repeat 4x
The pressure...
(you gotta find a way to deal with) dealin with the peer pressure
Verse one: havoc
As a young black teen, everyday i, deal
With the pressure and mixed up is how i feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be a leader, take your pick
Now i'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so i choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
So twenty-four-seven it's the number one stresser
Dealin with the peer pressure
Chorus
Verse two: prodigy
Most don't understand how it is
In the world of today growin up as a young black teen
I used to dream, of bein a architect
Easier said than done, believe me it's hard to get
Out of the projects, without forgettin where you came from
My parents told me from day one
Finish school and avoid all obstacles
But my environment, makes it so impossible
For instance, build a strong social life
Without messing up still trying to live right
Like in junior high, i used to wonder why
Certain females went out with certain guys
Then one day, it all dawned on me yo
You gotta be down, and have it goin on see
I wasn't down with the mainstream or
Should i say their team, now i'm gettin steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now i'm sippin on beers
Buyin new gear, nuthin but the best
Forget levi's strictly polo and guess
But how would i make the cash
It gotta be easy and it gotta be fast
Thinkin to myself does that make me lesser
Just, dealin with the peer pressure
Chorus 2x
Verse three: havoc
Around my way there's a kid that most don't understand
How he lives is it negative or positive
He has a grade a average
But when he's on the streets, with his friends, he's a savage
A freshman of high school, daily attendant
He never got in trouble never did he get suspended
Good little kenny who would believe
He dropped out of school to start to smoke weed
I saw the signs but i didn't pay attention
Because he got offended everytime that i would mention
The drinkin, the smokin, the low school grades
And sleepin in class laid back with his black shades
Nowadays you catch kenny hangin in the hallways
With his crew findin more ways
To break out of school, and hit the block and get buckwild
Stay out of the way of a mad child
Cause he's a product of, hell
Kenny never fell but he's gonna fall overall
So let's take a trip to the ghetto
Where kenny got drunk and bought a burner off his man so
He pulled the trigger and the suicide note right
"i'm glad it's finally over and i'm finally dead
And no more, do i have to feel, lesser, or
Deal with the peer pressure"
Chorus 2x
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10. _ Bitch Ass Nigga
Bitch ass nigga, yo it's time to pull the trigga
I might be small, but fuck with bein bigga
Niggaz wanna throw with that bullshit but step aside
Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherfuckin dead
Pump his ass with lead
Never fakin moves, motherfucker run the jewels
Buckwild, blowin niggaz out the frame
Matter fact, don't call me shorty, kid you know my name
So next time, you see me, you better duck me
Cause i don't give a fuck g
Catch wreck with the tec then i'm out like quick sex
Who's next, bitch ass nigga?
Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (4x)
Kick it when i'm wicked and all smoked out
The little nigga that gets on your nerves so read about
You say yo shorty trauma, what's all the drama?
I shoot em up like their last name was farmer
Shorty got the death wish, i wish to die
But when i try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because i can't kill myself
And if i got beef then i got it for self
And if i catch a body, i catch it for self
To me, murder is good for the health
Little man paranoid, mr. schizophrenic
Thirty-five niggaz wanna funk, don't panic
Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin like a man
Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan
That's how i see it if i gotta die so be it
But maybe one day, my luck'll run out though
Until then, i couldn't give a fuck yo
Little shorty one time, i'm goin all out for mines
Cause there won't be a next time
So what you wanna do punk, back up a little
Gimme some space, i'm hittin hearts, street sweeper
A little crazed nigga from the streets
Raised in the ghetto, i'm puttin out heads yo
I'm open, time to catch wreck, put em in check
Snap his neck, grab his loot then jet
Who's next to be a victim - easily ripped up
Get ready to run when i ripped em
Drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war
Call me a thug who gets buck when i want more
Maniac react with a tec 9
Hit me up now cause there won't be a next time
Nah you don't want none
Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (6x)
Who's that nigga standin with the jewels?
Throw on my hood, cock back the tool
Just to get a rep, yea you god damn right
Just lick lick shots cause i don't fuck with fights
Back on the ave, and five-oh arrive
Chalk on the ground where the motherfucker died
Niggaz know who did it but ain't nobody snitchin
No word of to myself, if they do, i'm flippin the script
Settin it off, yo, put em in a dopefiend
And cut em up like protein
The lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, i'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills of the five foot
And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook
You're fucked up, kid your rap styles sucks
I'm bustin niggaz, like my first nut
Should i pull the trigga
Huh, no question
Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (9x)
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11. _ Intro Juvenile Hell
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12. _ Locked In Spofford
They got me locked in spofford, the lil juvenile criminal
Two kids approach to put blades to my throat
They like my coat and ask me what i'm gonna do for that
Give it up? huh, you don't believe that
So i threw on my hood, pulled out the banger
Swung it at the kids, that put me in danger
They put away them blades and said,
"why it gotta be like that?"
Cause you get a little ox, and don't know how to act
Yeah, now i got props, and i'm runnin shit
And when it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it
So sit back and just chill
Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill
Only got a month left, so i gotta be on my best
But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test
So i wild, with a blade and a kool-aid smile
Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec
Damn, i wish i could put my hands on a
Nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to babylon
But if you don't, got a knuckle game that's a damn shame
Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers
But i refuse, cause i got nuttin to lose
Props i gotta earn, plus i gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, i got a ox in my pocket
They got me locked in spofford
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
To spofford, and jv's worse than rikers
Adolescents that ball hardcore
With the criminal minded juveniles
The real lil niggaz step out of the piles
And i'm not takin no shorts while i'm up here
Spit em up, gem stars, but ain't no scars here
Protective custody's got mines
No type of help, i'm in here for self
And so i got locked up on a one to two
On the bus, catchin beef with mad crews
Run my shoes, fuck that, i'm goin out kid
But not too buckwild, cause i gotta finish my bid
Four times, for my peoples up from the 'bridge
Here, it takes a lot of heart to live
Behind bars, child correction
Trapped in the buckwild ? east section
They got me smokin the death sticks
Niggaz got me fightin for my life, cause shit is real
Shorty kill a man got locked down
You want a buck sixty, you betta betta back down
On the streets a hood, but in here
You're up to no damn good, nigga i wish you would
Try to take mines, and try to shank mines
Shorty corrupt, there's no stoppin me
Even in jail, i tear shit up
And when i get out, it's gonna get worse
The devil in the flesh
I'm puttin hammers on a hearse
So while i'm in here, don't forget my name
Ain't shit changed, i'm still the motherfuckin same
I couldn't bitch up when i got here
Cell wreck, i got shit locked here
One more month i'm goin uptown
To the big pen, and i'ma still win
Cause jail is my life, and i like it here
Ain't no rules, you can do what you like in here
Jailhouse blues, i miss the ghetto
C.o.'s think they're five-oh's with no heat
So what am i to do when they step
Put em in check, and throw hands with a redneck
And now i got a little crew to watch my back
Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't gettin none of that
Cause i got shit sewn up real tight
Not one bit of fright, while i'm locked in spofford
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
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13. _ Hold Down The Fort
Yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort, check it
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
[prodigy]
Beef on the block, who is he?
Set it dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
Ghetto representer, there ain't no motherfucker better
While you be catchin feelings like a love letter
I gotta hold down my fort and won't lose
Nigga die, because i got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof polo, i'm goin out solo
Whoever wanna come better step like they know cuz
I'ma survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get high
My mega blast'll last in days to pass
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last
That's why i like to spark first, and shoot your
Bitch-ass down your next ride'll be a fuckin hearse
Cause little niggaz don't die son
Half-step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun
Cops they want static, whatever they can have it
My name is prodigy and i'm known to cause havoc
And when i flip i be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a real super trooper
The block shit proper, who once got had
Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
Mad props to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood
Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort
Gotta hold down the fort
Gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
So hold me down son (yeah)
Hold me down (yeah yeah)
[havoc]
Yeah how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin m1
Straight from the 'bridge so you know where i'm from
The little, project nigga, i gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so motherfuck how you figure
Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
Cause word is bond it's on
Shit is real around the way so sit back and take notes
Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin throat
Takin life like a thief in the motherfuckin night
While i write write, you bite bite bite
Niggaz wanna step to my business
But i just parlay and sip on my guinness
Cause i'm the ripper, mr. flip the scripture
Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nigga nil
So son hold me down while i pull out the glock
Gotta hold down the block, that's word to my pops
So once again it's on, light up the chalm
Time to drop the bomb, word is bond
We gotta hold down the block
Hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
Yo son he pumpin over here dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin over here yo
Yo word is bond yo son peep he comin over let's bring it to him
What, what? what what what, what?
Who the fuck are you?
Man fuck that, what? *automatic spray*
Hold down the block
Yeah whattup now? what what, what what?
Whattup now?
Hold down the block
[prodigy]
To all the niggaz that's live or real
You gotta hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, cause your neighborhood chores
If they beef, make em bleed on the project floors
I get my kicks from loadin up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, i need a gangsta bitch
Don't need a crew, i can bust you down solo fast
And after that, dip into the weed stash
I'm quick to blast, enemies won't last the fate
I kill em fast so they can't retaliate
Cause when i'm not alive who'd takes my place
To hold down the fort, we move on
My man got my back
I'm ready to go at anybody, who think they john gotti
Peace to manny c, good lookin out b
I'm hellbound, got my block locked down
We gotta pull out the glock
Gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
Check it, yeah
Call that nigga
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